Hellostranger

31. Book and comic editor with an affinity for writing, dancing, organization, and K-pop. work with me: danameditorial.com/ instagram: www.instagram.com/danamfiction/ goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/danameditorial

[metamorphesque]

Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible. 

Carl Jung, “Memories, Dreams, Reflections”

I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. 

Franz Kafka, “Letters to Milena”

[soracities]

It’s so hard to speak and say things that cannot be said. It’s so silent.

—Clarice Lispector, Agua Viva

[wishbzne-deactivated20210526]

the black art, anne sexton

[fruitandflowercrowns]

hand in hand, oh baby

source

[h3llostranger]

If I could live at the edge of the world, I think I would. If it meant peace like this, I’d welcome it wholeheartedly.

[icyauras]

The Wave, Christopher Richard Wynne Nevinson, 1917.

[lionfloss]

大地の風景さんのページ

[lifeinpoetry]

I loved him       (I think).                    Shameless. Laid before him,                    stupid lamb                    in a                              slaughterhouse.

— Karese Burrows, from “Persephone Writes a Poem,” This Is How We Lost Each Other

[ofthe1nterior]

Views from my desk at university.

[darkmacademia]

my pressed flower collection. some are from over 12 years ago!

[thoughtkick]

““You can’t change people” - “What else can we do?” - “Love them..””

— Jojo Moyes - Me before you

[loveeblog]

telling the whole plot of the book you just read to your favourite people is self care

[lionfloss]

By canvasoul

[cansu-m]

[amilkyway]

fireflies lighting up a rural Pennsylvania field at dusk

[h3llostranger]

I am 1/3 closer to having my third draft complete. What a journey! I started writing this story in the beginning of 2020 and here I am. There's still so long to go--beta readers, one more revision, and then, hopefully, publication in the fall.

Time to buckle up and get as much done as I can before my baby comes.

Here's the working blurb: 𝗚𝘄𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗿 𝗯𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗠𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗗𝗮𝗻𝗲𝘀, 𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗻, 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱. 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗸𝗶𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱, 𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲, 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗚𝘄𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳. 𝗦𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝘄𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲—𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘀𝗶𝘇𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗱. 𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻.

𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀. 𝗚𝘄𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗿 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝗻 . . . 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗜𝘁’𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗯𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗱𝘀. 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗲𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴, 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗛𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗜𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗶𝘁𝘂𝘁𝗲, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄-𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁𝘀, 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗹𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗮𝘀. 𝗦𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗲’𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲. 𝗙𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 . . . 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗺 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗼’𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗼.

[etherea1ity]

"September morning" by Andreas

[clockworkbee]

—Babel: An Arcane History, by R. F. Kuang